In Honour of a Truly Great Canadian
Today is Jeff Gulley’s 26th birthday…and naturally I can’t celebrate with him because he’s in the Czech Republic, thus offering more evidence that going to a foreign country for an extended period of time is a really bad idea. To Gulley, and everybody else who isn’t in Canada right now: get back again, so I can fete you in the manner you deserve. In the meantime, here are five random pictures featuring Mr. Dulley; if the third one looks ridiculous it’s because I had to fiddle with its size, but it needed to be posted.
At Filthy McNasty’s, as part of a motley crew which included Andy, Jeff Pine and Jamie (pictured) on his first night in Toronto.
James’ 22nd birthday. This was the night James wandered into the wrong washroom at the Madi, then collapsed on the floor in front of a bouncer and, later, christened the upstairs bathroom at my parents’ house. Historic night.
Ah, memories. And speaking of memories and anniversaries, today is also the twelfth anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s suicide. How these two events are connected I do not know; I do know that Gulley hates Nirvana, which makes me question their relationship even more. But whatever: happy birthday, Gulley! Come home, dammit!